Monday, October 17, 2016

Despite my utter lack of interest in cowboys, I managed to churn something out for Ropin' The Cowboy--by writing a historical set in the familiar ground of my forebears' England.

Here's what my story is about:

The Cowboy, His Countess, and Her Companion

(England, 1870) The Honorable Amelia Haddon must
marry, or lose the income that supports her and her "companion."
Averse to men, she is desperate until an American cowboy proves to be her
unlikely rescuer. But will judgmental society drag this happy trio apart?

And here's a snippet from Chapter One--the setting is Almack's, of course :)

Leonore Wingate turned to her bosom-bow, Amelia
Haddon, bending slightly so the smaller woman could hear over the music and
chatter. “Can you see that chap? He’s new.”

Amelia blinked. “Really?”

“Yes, and he’s coming toward us.”

Leonore
grinned. “What shall we tell this one?”
They had been inventing stories to explain their unusual
closeness since they'd met at boarding school. Their most innocuous story
was that she was Amelia’s hired companion, which was fairly close to the truth.
They enjoyed telling others that they were engaged in the study of Sapphic
poetry; in the main, their peers had no idea to what they were referring.

Amelia eyed the stranger. “Intuition
tells me that this one might not be easily fobbed off. You do remember that
Madame Esperanza told me that my intuitive powers are usually great.”

Leonore withheld a sarcastic retort, but rolled
her eyes.

Amelia continued, “Perhaps we should encourage his
suit.”

Shocked, Leonore lost her breath and therefore her
voice for several seconds. Then she managed to say, “But—but—”

“You have not yet heard my news.”

“That letter you received from your father?”

“Yes. He threatens to cut me off should I fail to
marry before my next birthday.”

“But you can’t marry! You can’t!” Heads turned at
the vehemence of her tone, and she lowered her voice. “Why?”

“Of course I do not wish to marry, but what else
can we do?”

Leonore pressed her lips together. “I’ll not leave
you.”

Amelia touched Leonore’s hand briefly, so quickly
that she was sure no one else saw. “Of course not.

We shall maintain the
fiction that you are my paid companion.”

“But what about at night? You can’t, Amelia! It
would kill you!

Amelia drew a determined breath. “We all must do
what we must. And I will have to bear his attentions, at least some nights.”

“We don’t have a choice. I shall have to bear his
attentions, at least on some nights. Many men keep mistresses for
such...activities.”

Leonore paused, thinking. “Hm. You are right.
Without your funds, we are left with only my tiny portion.” Her birth was
impeccable but her fortune small, her parents having inconveniently wasted the
Wingate estate before dying in a carriage accident.

She looked at Amelia. Amelia looked back. They
sighed in unison.

“Good evening, ladies.” The stranger sketched a
clumsy bow.

Leonore raised her brows as Amelia raised her fan.
The stranger was so untutored in the social graces that he did not realize that
he ought not address ladies to whom he had not yet been introduced. But...

“Your accent is not English,” Leonore said.

“No, I’m from Texas.” He smiled.

“In America?” Amelia sounded excited, and Leonore
felt a spark of hope. Perhaps this foreigner would be different than other men.
Perhaps he would not demand what Amelia couldn’t comfortably give.

“Yeah. From the good ol’ U.S. of A.”

Leonore winced at his speech. He seemed like a
nice fellow, but...

Amelia said, “And what brings you to our shores?”

“I’ve inherited an estate that is in poor shape,
and I’m here to claim it and find a wife to help me get it to where it should
be,” the man explained in a rush.

Given the accent, Leonore understood perhaps half
of what he said. She exchanged glances with Amelia, then said, “Umm, with all
respect, sir, we have yet to be properly introduced.”

“Oh, sorry, miss. I’m Nate Fortune.”

“Of the Darlingside Fortunes?” Amelia asked,
closing her fan.

If Leonore raised her brows more, she was certain
they’d disappear into her hairline. She controlled herself. “You must be the
new Earl Darlingside.”

“Yeah. And you?”

She and Amelia again exchanged glances. Despite
the social solecism, Amelia responded. “I’m Amelia Haddon, and this is
my...companion, Leonore Wingate.” She hooked her arm through Leonore’s elbow.

He eyed their linked arms and raised his brows.
“Your...companion?”

“Yes,” Leonore said with emphasis. “We are quite
inseparable.”

Now the stranger—Darlingside?—raised his brows. “That’s good.”

Leonore stared at him.

“Well, it would be very hard to choose between
you. You are both such lovely ladies.”

“Flatterer,” Amelia said flirtatiously. She rapped
his knuckles with her fan.

“Ow!” Darlingside made a show of rubbing his hand,
as though he’d actually been hurt.

Amelia giggled while Leonore smiled.

He smiled back. “So the only question is, which
one of you will I marry?”

About Me

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello has written nineteen books in several genres, including nonfiction, memoir, romance, erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and articles on writing. She has also contributed to several bestselling boxed sets. Learn more about her books at her site, suzdemello.com.